softies.

more butter,
more bits and pieces.
that's what i wanted,
that's what i did.
neighbors,
i made some seriously sexy sweet softy cookies.
that's right.
two and a half dozen super-soft, chewy, gooey discs,
all the way expert,
and also all gone already.
that's how you know they were dope-
they didn't even last through the whole day.
that's a testimonial to their incredible edibility, no?
you bet it is.
anyway,
check the teleport:

word.
cranberry almond chocolate chip activation!
slivered almonds, and almond extract, as well,
insinuated into the vanilla juice...
that really made 'em smoothly flavored.
plus,
the crawnchiness of the almonds added body to the batter,
and complexity to the texture, too.
i chopped the sh!t outta those dried cranberries,
and i ham-handed a big ol' honkin' heap of those red-getters right in there.
actually,
i put an overdose of all the add-ins.
like,
a ton of those nuts,
and a ton of the tiny mini bitty baby choco-chips, as well.
extra extras make the doughy bonds SO smiley-face-style happy.
and that, in turn, makes me happy.
i love it when it all comes together.
of course,
the overdoing it is what makes it work.
i guess that's the secret, though, isn't it?
too much is the right amount.
it's just the way it is...
i mean,
whenever i apply that science to practical procedures,
the results are better than best,
and that's turbo-reliable, each and every time.
anyway,
those were some very adult-tasting cookies.
the brown sugar in 'em made the outsides firm,
the regular sugar made the insides sweet,
and the exxxtra butterish pats made 'em stay so blarpity,
but in a good way.
not bad for throwing whatever was near enough to grab in a bowl
and bashing it around until i had something to write home about.
that's it.
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so,
i'm also still carving cork.
teleport:

awwww.
it looks like a heart,
that must be because i loooove it.
so cute!
friends,
it takes a lot of labor-intensive time to make it the way i want it.
but i think that's probably a good thing?
i'm just sayin',
the singular focus required to remove the correct scraps and scrawls,
and still end up with a very rough-looking Folk Life freshness,
all scratchy and coarse,
but with all the right details in all the right places,
is some very meditative pressure-point awl-and-gouge exercise.
i'm doing things.
always.
it's really happening.
always.
i'm loud, and i'm fresh, and i'm hard-headed/hearted/styled.
always.
that's real;
never quiet, never soft.....